Page Morgan Quotes & Sayings

Again with that slow, lordly smile. Perfectly shaped for Luc's fist. — Page Morgan

I'm trying to keep you safe."
Safe as a porcelain bowl wrapped in cotton linen and boxed up. It would be a lie to say she didn't want to feel safe, or that Nolan's worry didn't leave her feeling warm and even a bit precious. But it also left her feeling trapped, like an ornamental bird kept in a cage, its wings clipped. — Page Morgan

I want to be yours again. — Page Morgan

I was wrong, Gabby, and I'll apologize for it forever if you want me to. But the truth is I couldn't face you. If I came to you and you sent me away, if I knew for certain that you didn't want me anymore...God in heaven, Gabriella Waverly, I've never been so bloody afraid of a lass before. — Page Morgan

Did you hear him ' do not concern yourselves'. — Page Morgan

It's not always so easy," she said softly.
"Why not? It's a part of who you are, isn't it?" he asked with all the sympathy of an asp being prodded with a stick. — Page Morgan

Ingrid deserved better than selfish kisses and an empty, hopeless future. Even if the Dispossessed allowed it, she deserved to be more than Luc's human obsession. He would end it, cut himself off from her. He could better protect her then. That was all Luc was. It was all he could ever be. Her watchman. Her guardian.

Her gargoyle. — Page Morgan

Not that time alone with Ingrid was something to wish away. She'd chosen him. Given herself to him, and even though he couldn't claim her in the human way, she was still his. Passing the day and night in the quiet town home was giving him a taste of his fantasy, sweet as meringue and just as easily dissolved. — Page Morgan

She may not be mine, but I am still hers. — Page Morgan

What she felt for him wasn't a sin.
"If you'll remain a gentleman?" she asked.
Nolan swiveled on his heels and twirled her into the shadowy booth. He stepped inside the small space with her, their bodies forced even closer together. "Define gentleman," he said, his breath already hot against her neck. — Page Morgan

Ingrid released a pent-up breath against Luc's shoulder, her nose brushing against him. He let go of her wrist, feeling absurd that he'd been so worried about Vincent's presence. The Notre Dame gargoyle was a rotten crab apple with antihuman sentiments, and just like a rotten crab apple, he could be taken care of with one solid boot stomping. — Page Morgan

Valor. He'd displayed valor when he'd rescued Ingrid and Grayson. It was the closest Luc had come to receiving praise from Irindi in all his gargoyle years.

Fancy that. — Page Morgan